Angel and Monet, Cain - Tuesday afternoon
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xp_logsCain heard the "wheee!" that inevitably signaled one of the kids was doing something stupid, and stuck his head out from the bathroom he was working in. A flash of blue rolling flame shot by the open door, followed by a giggling dusky-skinned girl.
There was far too much upside downness going on. Angel sighed and wiggled her toes a bit, though they were currently pointing towards the ceiling and not, say, towards the floor. Mr. Guthrie had encouraged her to practice and she liked hovering. On the whole it was less exhausting than actual flying and less destructive than trying to stop. It was just that she couldn't quite get the direction down pat. And if she stopped concentrating on hovering, she'd land on her head. Thankfully, she was far enough up from the floor that the fire shield wasn't burning anything...and far enough that it'd hurt if she let go.
"Wah."
Monet was on her way down to the kitchen, ready for a bit of healthy procrastination, and jittering slightly from one foot to another as she walked when she saw a ... a burning upside down girl hovering in mid air and drifting veery sloooowly down the hallway. The girl wasn't screaming and that mean the fire was probably fine, right? Hopefully, anyway, which mean the whole thing was really funny. Quite possibly the funniest thing Monet had seen in the whole of this afternoon. And that wasn't just the entire packet of chocolate coffee beans talking. She burst out laughing.
"Hey. You right, there?" She managed to ask it between bursts of laughter.
Angel blinked and she grinned wryly, waving her arms a bit in the air. "Um, fine? Maybe? Not minding the whole upside down bit, though the flight teacher's gonna be thrilled that I've stayed up this long." But he'd laugh himself sick...and then make her practice again and again. "Man, it's a good thing I skipped the hair spray this morning," she said, one hand batting at the hair that drifted only a few inches above the ground.
Monet blinked. "You can't get down, can you?" Oh, this just was just getting better. When she was twelve, Monet had gotten herself stuck at the top of the atrium inside the front door. It had taken five people and the threat of calling the fire brigade to rescue her. She'd rather that those early days of power malfunctions were never spoken off again. "You need a hand getting down?"
"Ah, yeah, I think so." Angel waved her arms frantically and then squeaked as it forced her feet slightly more over her head. "I can't concentrate enough to turn myself around and then, you know, land. But if I just stop, I'll 1) land on my head and 2) potentially set something on fire if the shield doesn't go out." She squinted at the older girl. "I won't potentially set you on fire if you give me a hand, will I? That would be bad and I'd totally go emo or something."
Well, this was definitely more interesting than studying. Monet started hovering cross-legged and upside down next to the girl, roughly on eye-level with her. "I don't know." She reached out and cautiously poked her arm. Mmm. Toasty warm. I wonder if I can keep her? She's better than the heater in my room. Monet poked her again, noting that she got unpleasantly hot after a second or two. "What's your name, anyway?"
"Ooh, I was all rude since I'm upside down." She'd turned a bit when poked but nothing that was too different than her current position. "I'm Angelica Jones, though just Angel since if you say Angelica I'm gonna assume I'm in trouble. What's yours?" Angel eyed her with glee. "Okay, so part of your power is flying...awesome!"
"I'm Monet St Croix." Monet grinned. "You know, if I sort of pull your feet down I can probably get you to start spinning like a Catherine wheel or something." She eyed the hallway speculatively. There was kind of a lot of space... "Otherwise, I reckon I can get you the right way up if I sort of tug on your feet a bit."
"...that sounds like it would be cooler than sliding down the hall in socks!" She beamed. She'd heard about Monet, and seen some of the journal posts, but was glad she'd kept her opinion neutral until now. Anyone that had that kind of idea was awesome. The fire shield suddenly wavered and she yeeked before she was able to get it all firm. "Say, would you be able to catch me if I stopped trying to fly? Because then there'd be no firing setting and I wouldn't smash my brains open on the floor. That would be gross."
Monet blinked. Maybe she should have tried to catch Angel then, too. "I think so. Can you, I don't know, yell when things start going wonky? But! You have to come and heat my suite up after, okay? My heater just isn't warm enough." Monet flipped right side up and looked down at Angel. "I'm gonna have to make sure you don't whack into the walls, yeah? Can you curl up, into a little ball? It'll make steering you easier."
"Curling up! I can do curling up." With care, Angel brought her legs down to meet her chest, attempting to curl into an Angel-shaped ball. "Ready when you are!" Ohh, now this'll be fun.
"'scuse the hands..." Monet settled one hand on Angel's back and the other under her legs. "Ow! Burning!" She hopped from one foot to the other, grinning in a slightly manic way and carefully rolled Angel down the hall, batting her away from the wall when she started to go too close to it.
"Whoa..." It wasn't quite like being in a bubble or anything. Monet would push gently on her back and when she flipped around, would do the same for her ankle or leg. And Angel had to concentrate on keeping up right but she figured that, hey, this was just another exercise in concentration. Something her teachers encouraged. "...wheee!"
Cain heard the "wheee!" that inevitably signaled one of the kids was doing something stupid, and stuck his head out from the bathroom he was working in. A flash of blue rolling flame shot by the open door, followed by a giggling dusky-skinned girl.
Blinking incredulously, Cain rubbed his eyes. He heard a "...whoops! Eeeeee!" before the pair zoomed down the hall in the other direction. Okay, that did it.
Lumbering to his feet, he stuck his head out in the hall, barely missing the cartwheeling Angel on her next pass. "Dammit, you kids! If you set my house on fire I swear they'll never find the bodies until they do another moon landing!" he hollered.
"Oh, shit fucking fuckity!" Monet muttered and grabbed Angel by the waist band of her pants, pulling her roughly upright. She dusted her hands off and tried to look superior. "I'm sorry Cain, was this bothering you?" The undercurrent was very much 'and why are you even here, stopping my fun?' "Don't you have something better to do, oh, I don't know, like making small children cry?"
Cain's face went almost as red as his hair as he bit back his immediate comment to Monet. He hadn't exactly been overjoyed to return home and find out that the queen of all spoiled brats had made a reappearance. And from what it seemed, she hadn't learned an ounce of respect or common sense since the day she walked out the door.
Shaking one massive finger at Monet, Cain just fumed silently, then looked down at Angel. "Be careful with the fire in the house, you know that. Hero or not."
Cain hadn't changed, it seemed. He still didn't recognise genius. Monet shook her head and sniffed. "You might notice that we didn't set fire to anything. You can go and be all stompy someplace else. We're busy." She grabbed Angel's arm, gritting her teeth at heat of the flames.
With Monet's firm grip on her arm, Angel lost the concentration and fell heavily back down to her feet. Which made Mr. Marko look just that much bigger. Gulp. But now at least the older girl's arm wouldn't be slightly fire-y. "Sorry, Mr. Marko," she said, sheepish, casting nervous glances between him and Monet.
Cain just shook his head, waving the girls off. "Just be careful and don't burn the place down. Got enough trouble as it is with Summers blowing walls out of the place on a yearly basis."
Monet looked both Cain and Angel in the eyes. "None of this is to ever be mentioned again, okay? I have a reputation to maintain. If I do hear that you've mentioned it, I'll make your life so utterly miserable that you will beg for some telepath to convince you that you're actually. Um. Cable! Because his life will seem like all kinds of happy fun in comparison."
"Oh, don't worry about your reputation, sweetie," Cain said in a mocking voice. "No one's stepped up to the title of Queen Insufferable Brat in your absence, so the crown's still yours."
"Yeah, whatever. 'least you don't look like you were sat on by a senile elephant. Come on, Angel. We've got better things to do than argue with Elephant Man, here." Monet started off down the hallway.
There was far too much upside downness going on. Angel sighed and wiggled her toes a bit, though they were currently pointing towards the ceiling and not, say, towards the floor. Mr. Guthrie had encouraged her to practice and she liked hovering. On the whole it was less exhausting than actual flying and less destructive than trying to stop. It was just that she couldn't quite get the direction down pat. And if she stopped concentrating on hovering, she'd land on her head. Thankfully, she was far enough up from the floor that the fire shield wasn't burning anything...and far enough that it'd hurt if she let go.
"Wah."
Monet was on her way down to the kitchen, ready for a bit of healthy procrastination, and jittering slightly from one foot to another as she walked when she saw a ... a burning upside down girl hovering in mid air and drifting veery sloooowly down the hallway. The girl wasn't screaming and that mean the fire was probably fine, right? Hopefully, anyway, which mean the whole thing was really funny. Quite possibly the funniest thing Monet had seen in the whole of this afternoon. And that wasn't just the entire packet of chocolate coffee beans talking. She burst out laughing.
"Hey. You right, there?" She managed to ask it between bursts of laughter.
Angel blinked and she grinned wryly, waving her arms a bit in the air. "Um, fine? Maybe? Not minding the whole upside down bit, though the flight teacher's gonna be thrilled that I've stayed up this long." But he'd laugh himself sick...and then make her practice again and again. "Man, it's a good thing I skipped the hair spray this morning," she said, one hand batting at the hair that drifted only a few inches above the ground.
Monet blinked. "You can't get down, can you?" Oh, this just was just getting better. When she was twelve, Monet had gotten herself stuck at the top of the atrium inside the front door. It had taken five people and the threat of calling the fire brigade to rescue her. She'd rather that those early days of power malfunctions were never spoken off again. "You need a hand getting down?"
"Ah, yeah, I think so." Angel waved her arms frantically and then squeaked as it forced her feet slightly more over her head. "I can't concentrate enough to turn myself around and then, you know, land. But if I just stop, I'll 1) land on my head and 2) potentially set something on fire if the shield doesn't go out." She squinted at the older girl. "I won't potentially set you on fire if you give me a hand, will I? That would be bad and I'd totally go emo or something."
Well, this was definitely more interesting than studying. Monet started hovering cross-legged and upside down next to the girl, roughly on eye-level with her. "I don't know." She reached out and cautiously poked her arm. Mmm. Toasty warm. I wonder if I can keep her? She's better than the heater in my room. Monet poked her again, noting that she got unpleasantly hot after a second or two. "What's your name, anyway?"
"Ooh, I was all rude since I'm upside down." She'd turned a bit when poked but nothing that was too different than her current position. "I'm Angelica Jones, though just Angel since if you say Angelica I'm gonna assume I'm in trouble. What's yours?" Angel eyed her with glee. "Okay, so part of your power is flying...awesome!"
"I'm Monet St Croix." Monet grinned. "You know, if I sort of pull your feet down I can probably get you to start spinning like a Catherine wheel or something." She eyed the hallway speculatively. There was kind of a lot of space... "Otherwise, I reckon I can get you the right way up if I sort of tug on your feet a bit."
"...that sounds like it would be cooler than sliding down the hall in socks!" She beamed. She'd heard about Monet, and seen some of the journal posts, but was glad she'd kept her opinion neutral until now. Anyone that had that kind of idea was awesome. The fire shield suddenly wavered and she yeeked before she was able to get it all firm. "Say, would you be able to catch me if I stopped trying to fly? Because then there'd be no firing setting and I wouldn't smash my brains open on the floor. That would be gross."
Monet blinked. Maybe she should have tried to catch Angel then, too. "I think so. Can you, I don't know, yell when things start going wonky? But! You have to come and heat my suite up after, okay? My heater just isn't warm enough." Monet flipped right side up and looked down at Angel. "I'm gonna have to make sure you don't whack into the walls, yeah? Can you curl up, into a little ball? It'll make steering you easier."
"Curling up! I can do curling up." With care, Angel brought her legs down to meet her chest, attempting to curl into an Angel-shaped ball. "Ready when you are!" Ohh, now this'll be fun.
"'scuse the hands..." Monet settled one hand on Angel's back and the other under her legs. "Ow! Burning!" She hopped from one foot to the other, grinning in a slightly manic way and carefully rolled Angel down the hall, batting her away from the wall when she started to go too close to it.
"Whoa..." It wasn't quite like being in a bubble or anything. Monet would push gently on her back and when she flipped around, would do the same for her ankle or leg. And Angel had to concentrate on keeping up right but she figured that, hey, this was just another exercise in concentration. Something her teachers encouraged. "...wheee!"
Cain heard the "wheee!" that inevitably signaled one of the kids was doing something stupid, and stuck his head out from the bathroom he was working in. A flash of blue rolling flame shot by the open door, followed by a giggling dusky-skinned girl.
Blinking incredulously, Cain rubbed his eyes. He heard a "...whoops! Eeeeee!" before the pair zoomed down the hall in the other direction. Okay, that did it.
Lumbering to his feet, he stuck his head out in the hall, barely missing the cartwheeling Angel on her next pass. "Dammit, you kids! If you set my house on fire I swear they'll never find the bodies until they do another moon landing!" he hollered.
"Oh, shit fucking fuckity!" Monet muttered and grabbed Angel by the waist band of her pants, pulling her roughly upright. She dusted her hands off and tried to look superior. "I'm sorry Cain, was this bothering you?" The undercurrent was very much 'and why are you even here, stopping my fun?' "Don't you have something better to do, oh, I don't know, like making small children cry?"
Cain's face went almost as red as his hair as he bit back his immediate comment to Monet. He hadn't exactly been overjoyed to return home and find out that the queen of all spoiled brats had made a reappearance. And from what it seemed, she hadn't learned an ounce of respect or common sense since the day she walked out the door.
Shaking one massive finger at Monet, Cain just fumed silently, then looked down at Angel. "Be careful with the fire in the house, you know that. Hero or not."
Cain hadn't changed, it seemed. He still didn't recognise genius. Monet shook her head and sniffed. "You might notice that we didn't set fire to anything. You can go and be all stompy someplace else. We're busy." She grabbed Angel's arm, gritting her teeth at heat of the flames.
With Monet's firm grip on her arm, Angel lost the concentration and fell heavily back down to her feet. Which made Mr. Marko look just that much bigger. Gulp. But now at least the older girl's arm wouldn't be slightly fire-y. "Sorry, Mr. Marko," she said, sheepish, casting nervous glances between him and Monet.
Cain just shook his head, waving the girls off. "Just be careful and don't burn the place down. Got enough trouble as it is with Summers blowing walls out of the place on a yearly basis."
Monet looked both Cain and Angel in the eyes. "None of this is to ever be mentioned again, okay? I have a reputation to maintain. If I do hear that you've mentioned it, I'll make your life so utterly miserable that you will beg for some telepath to convince you that you're actually. Um. Cable! Because his life will seem like all kinds of happy fun in comparison."
"Oh, don't worry about your reputation, sweetie," Cain said in a mocking voice. "No one's stepped up to the title of Queen Insufferable Brat in your absence, so the crown's still yours."
"Yeah, whatever. 'least you don't look like you were sat on by a senile elephant. Come on, Angel. We've got better things to do than argue with Elephant Man, here." Monet started off down the hallway.
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